My little one, we have become ONE. I live in you and you in Me. You feel My sorrows and participate in My tears. Remain with Me mourning the death of My Bride, the Church. Collect My tears as one with Mary and present them in the chalice of your heart to our Father. My little one, know that the Father hears you and blesses your every prayer, for you have found favor with Him. This is a time of mourning.

—I asked the Lord what he wants me to do because there are still such few victim souls and no army of holy priests…

—Trust always in the triumph of My Cross. My little one, I am alone, as if again, in Gethsemane. I desire, as My spouse, your constant companionship in My sorrows.

—I told the Lord that He has Mary and all the angels and saints with Him…

—Yes, but your pure prayer of suffering as ONE with Me is needed now for My Church. This prayer is of greater fecundity than of any works …(I didn’t write this sentence exactly as I heard it). Remain with Me to collect My tears of sorrow during this time of mourning. Be at peace; I am your God.